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High Flying

(Today's entry in Streams in the Desert compiled by Mrs. Charles Cowman)

You cannot detain the eagle in the forest. You may gather around him a chorus of the choicest birds; you may give him a perch on the goodliest pine; you may charge winged messengers to bring him choicest dainties; but he will spurn them all. Spreading his lofty wings, and with his eye on the Alpine cliff, he will soar away to his own ancestral halls amid the munition of rocks and the wild music of tempest and waterfall.The soul of man, in its eagle soarings, will rest with nothing short of the Rock of Ages. Its ancestral halls are the halls of Heaven. Its munitions of rocks are the attributes of God. The sweep of its majestic flight is Eternity! "Lord, THOU hast been our dwelling place in all generations."--Macduff

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"My Home is God Himself"; Christ brought me there.I laid me down within His mighty arms;He took me up, and safe from all alarmsHe bore me "where no foot but His hath trod,"Within the holiest at Home with God,And bade me dwell in Him, rejoicing there.O Holy Place! O Home divinely fair!And we, God's little ones, abiding there.
"My Home is God Himself"; it was not so!A long, long road I traveled night and day,And sought to find within myself some way,Aught I could do, or feel to bring me near;Self effort failed, and I was filled with fear,And then I found Christ was the only way,That I must come to Him and in Him stay,And God had told me so.
And now "my Home is God," and sheltered there,God meets the trials of my earthly life,God compasses me round from storm and strife,God takes the burden of my daily care.O Wondrous Place! O Home divinely fair!And I, God's little one, safe hidden there.Lord, as I dwell in Thee and Thou in me,So make me dead to everything but Thee;That as I rest within my Home most fair,My soul may evermore and only seeMy God in everything and everywhere;My Home is God.--Author Unknown

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